Mù Qiānxún watched him bustling about - so handsome that it made her eyes smile.
Then, thinking of the scene downstairs just now, she nibbled on an apple and touched the back of her head, revealing a puzzled expression.
"Ou Zun, it seems like the Queen doesn't like me."
Ou Zun was putting together her equipment; his hands paused for a moment, recalling Queen Anna's demeanor from earlier downstairs, his face darkened for a second, then he spoke discontentedly, "Who cares about her? If she doesn't like you, so what? I don't like her either! It's enough that I like you."
Upon hearing this, Mù Qiānxún beamed with joy and immediately went forward to stuff the last bite of apple into his mouth.
Ou Zun bit into the last piece.
Then, with his mouth full, he told her not so clearly, "Go sit over there, the dust here is bad. Don't get it in your eyes."
"Okay."
